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When Sanying fought against Lu Bu in front of the Tiger Prison Pass, there was a poem that said: "The fierce battle failed to divide the victory or defeat, and Guan Yunchang was annoyed before the battle." The green dragon treasure knife is bright frost and snow, and the parrot robe flies and butterflies. ”

There is no doubt that the Qinglong Glaive is the world's divine weapon at this time!

Insert another sentence, the advent of the cold and beautiful saw Zhang Shiping can be said to have made great contributions in it, after all, it is the one who pays for the materials to find craftsmen...... It's his brother-in-law.

Guan Hai's martial arts are definitely a first-class existence among the Yellow Turban generals, whether it is strength or skill, this wild way that is all on his own is enough to advance to the ranks of the world's first-class generals.

However, people are mortals, and knives are also mortal knives.

The moment the long knife in his hand collided with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Guan Hai almost felt that the old brother who had been with him for many years was about to be pulled out of his hand by a powerful force, and he hurriedly sank down all his strength before grabbing the long knife with all his might, so as not to be directly knocked out of the weapon.

"When I close a certain blow, you, yes." Guan Erye's Danfeng eyes are even narrower than Cao Cao's, but what is revealed in them is the same powerful but completely different temperament, is it loyalty? Is it Yong? Is it righteousness?

Maybe they are, but at this moment, at any moment when the second master immediately slashes, that is-arrogance.

"You're so arrogant!" Guan Hai has been carrying this group of yellow scarves for many years, and he has long been accustomed to the taste of being above 10,000 people, even if he knows that his skills are not as good as others, where can he swallow this breath?

"Then come again!"

After the initial battle, Guan Hai had already gambled his life on this duel, looked back at the Chinese military tent before the horse, and then roared: "Xizi!" Take her and go first! ”

"Dashuai!" The yellow turban general who was called by name looked here, as if he was going to come to the aid of the next moment, but when he heard this, he turned around and looked at the girl, and finally gritted his teeth and fled into the chaos with the girl and more than a dozen guards.

"The daughter of Zhang Jiao?" Guan Yu carried the long knife on his back, squinted his eyes slightly, and reached out to pick up his beautiful hair.

"No more gossip!"

This knife, with the glory of Guan Hai Wuren, slashed down towards the green crown of the second master, and the urgency was so fierce that even Guan Yu did not dare to relax as before.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and dozens of pawns of the surrounding two armies stayed away from this place one after another, for fear that they would be taken by the aftermath of the great god.

One round, two rounds...... Ten rounds ...... Twenty rounds, and so far, thirty-six rounds.

Even, on this murderous battlefield, there are already some soldiers who put life and death aside, quietly watching the two fighting, and reaching a subtle tacit understanding.

Guan Hai gradually lost his strength, his moves were completely messy, and only a brave aura was left hanging with a long knife to guard his body.

The green-robed and long-haired military general in front of him completely outperformed him.

Especially his first knife, the extremely strong knife, Guan Hai asked himself to be the strongest he had seen in his life. He felt that even the world-famous tiger Lu Bu would never be stronger than that knife.

It's a pity that with the power of this general, that kind of knife can only be cut once.

Just to deal with him, once is enough.

Crush with a knife, and then suppress it, you will still lose, and you have no chance of winning.

"You ——!" Again, Guan Hai knew that it was also the last time, and he used the last bit of strength in his body to block the cold and glamorous long knife that demanded his life, "But Guan Yunchang!" ”

"Exactly, let's go!"

It's been a long time since no one has been able to take so many tricks from him.

After a fight, Guan Yu also felt some sympathy in his heart, but he didn't open his mouth to solicit, and the second master did not have the habit of recruiting generals.

Just like his nature of riding alone for thousands of miles, from the beginning to the end.

The Green Dragon Glaive once again drank blood, and it was rumored that it needed to drink enough of the bright red on the necks of 1,780 people before it could turn into a divine weapon.

Guan Hai's head flew high, blood splattered in the air.

The Yellow Turban thieves were leaderless and chaotic, and there were countless kneeling beggers for mercy and running and trampling.

Liu Beijun took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill, and the siege of Beihai was lifted.

On a dirt slope in the distance,

More than a dozen riders with yellow cloth on their heads stood behind the two.

One of the girls had red eyes and cheeks, and the general had tears in his eyes and cracked eyes.

"Off...... Yu ......, I will kill you and avenge the boss Guan Dashuai......

I am happy, I will teach you to die without a place to be buried!! ”

……

Jizhou, Zhongshan country.

Wuji County.

The day was bright, and the group had already prepared their luggage and other things.

In order to avoid falling into the scene of onlookers again, Zhang Yu could only choose to take advantage of this opportunity to set off.

The graceful housemother Mrs. Zhen, the two brothers Zhen Yan and Zhen Yao, the four sisters Zhen Jiang, Zhen Tuo, Zhen Yuan, and Zhen Dao, who are good-looking and distinctive, always love to play some careful old housekeepers in the house, and Zhen Chou, who was raised by the Zhen Mansion since childhood...... There is also Zhen Luo, who is beginning to show the appearance of trouble.

Little Lori blushed and gently placed a silk cloth in Zhang Yu's hand. Zhang Yu opened it and took a look, and the poems written in the handwriting came into view.

"Morning Glory, Bright River Han Girl.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, how much is it different?

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent. ”

This is one of the nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty, which was called "Morning Glory" by later generations, this poem borrows the mentality of the weaver girl who has affection for her relatives, weaves cloth without intention, weeps across the river, and sighs for the water, to compare the lovesickness of the divorced woman in the world to the husband who leaves her relatives and goes away. The little girl was very reluctant to Zhang Yu, and chose such a poem to express her heart, and she was not afraid of using too much force.

Fold the silk cloth little by little and put it away, Zhang Yu smiled lightly, "Luo'er's mind, Yu knows." Since you give it away with this poem, I will compose a lyric and give it back. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they quickly pricked up their ears.

"Have you ever heard the word 'Word'?"

A big gasp.

Naturally, this is a new style proposed by Brother Yu at the Caifu Poetry Conference, and he once said that he would publish a book for it, which set off a lot of repercussions in Shilin. Especially Brother Yu's song "Water Tune Song Head", which opened Luo'er's eyes and fell in love. Zhen Luo replied crisply.

"Do you believe that Brother Jade will carry it forward?"

"Definitely!" Zhen Luo's snow-white head was raised high, like a noble swan.

She has never reserved Zhang Yu's trust.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”

Everyone, as if there was a Milky Way in their eyes, was deeply moved by this beautiful word.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Queqiao Bridge...... If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

"If the two love for a long time...... How can you ...... in the morning and twilight?" Zhen Luo muttered, his eyes suddenly froze, and he no longer stood left and right regardless of relatives and friends, and shouted to Zhang Yu who had quietly gone away:

"Brother Yu, I like you!"